Carefully I place the
shattered pieceson a tapestry of shimmer.No glue will repair the damageso I hold them and imagine it whole.I keep the shards in the cloth tied with strands of her hairUntil I am strong enoughto face my consciousness Turning my wet eyes to the skyHoping to suspend another moment

Oh bright eyed baby,Close your eyesSleep, deeplyTo your mama's lullabyDrink milk, from her breastsAnd nest, in my loving armsMy love will always lingerThe future of the worldIs in your tiny fingersSleep, sleep, my sweetIn your quiet blissYou made me strongerThen when I was youngClose your eyes and sleepAnd hear my song to youI promise little oneTo tell you the truthTo feed you veggies and fruitI promise little oneTo give you the tools to liveTo teach you to love and giveI will be better then those who came beforeI will not make the same mistakesI will love you moreSleep deeply little oneAnd dream of a better world

I am not a child anymore my love, I know nothing is foreverLife is so cruel to some of us, slaves us with different fettersAnd the heart’s strings we tie, far too easily severMy fumbling words try to close the gap of the crevasseBut they don’t go nearly far enoughMouth throwing my emotions at the chasm,Fell so deeply in love with you, I could not have imaginedSifting quicksand, wiggling under our feet, scratching inside, these unsatiated desiresAs we drift slowly and painfully, by delusion, and all the fakes and liars,Today I feel broken, as I am doomed to fail, imprisoned in a doomed romantic taleOur love is freedom, but I know it sometimes can also feel like jailI will never be your bars, never the steel, that makes you feel cagedI will never be your frustration, the object, of your depression and ragePut your hand in mine, and let us pretendThat we do not know the way the story endsTalking away the night to sleep, always feels so right to meI always want for you the bestEven if it means in the end, I get lessI will carry my love for you for the rest of timeDreaming of your body sleeping next to mineI do not want to control your life,Just to be the last thing you think of at nightRegardless of what you decide,I hope a little piece of me always stays insideWhen I take a deep sigh, and close tight my eyesI see my soul mateThe woman...I searched for all this timeI see your beautiful face and smile in my mindI hear your laughing and your voice,And your heart touching mine

While the powerful fight each other,for controlThe trolls under the bridge,demand their tollStimulus packages for everything,but who will stimulate our soulsHow about you stop,some of this povertyInstead of passing useless bills,and protecting propertyWe need more then promises,to liveSearching in the piss and shit,for the positiveIt takes pressure,to make sand into a pearlNot everyone can be special,in this vast and difficult worldYour just a vessel,without the oars to rowYou can't get lost,when you have no place to goYou can't lose it,when you never had control

Fooled into this twistingand endless quest.Don't mistake,your comfort for happiness.Blaming your leaders,for your inaction and stressYour vote,was no ticket for political absenceWhen you change those diapersand work that time for the checksYou be thinking of a future brighterfull of love, peace, and respectLest you lose your wayand just plan to hide awayRemember your little extensionis part of a bigger familyYour not alone,we're just scattered to the windYou are always home,as long as the sunlight falls on your skinHold my hand,here comes the windWe are the trees with deep rootsWe will bend, we will liveYou will see...we sway like treesSway like trees..

Homeless Women, Wandering the streets Head tilted; holding out a calloused handScanning the unforgiving concreteShe symbolizes the discarded and disposableHanging by, the thread of human generosityWizened crone speaking in tongues, Rasping with choked lungs, a forgotten songWeather hardened skin and oversized shoesHumming the bourgeoisie blues With black eye and a busted lip, On the social radar, she ain't even a blipWhose sis, walks barefoot on the broken glassWhose daughter, is out late, selling that assWhose mama, was cast off and lost her past,Whose grandma, died in the alley, alone with the trashTake my strength, my money and my hope I wish I could, give you love and community, to replace the dope

Mistakes are a tangled
rope, knotted in the past's regretSitting cross legged, desperately searching for
a loose endBlood from fingers, our tears, mix with brow
sweatPulling at the possibilities as time is frozen
and suspendsSo many joys and sorrows trapped in the coils to
forgetThousands of silken threads contained in my
friendIs this the twine, which leads to rainbows or
shackled netWhat drives me to toil on gnarls and whispered
amendTortured emotions entangled in the thorns of our
rosetteMaybe I have become the ligature that prevents
our ascendSomehow my love is the strap in the choking
corsetSo much reality facing me, but still I continue
to pretendI can not find my way out of this contortion yet